The Hungover Games Today

“Welcome,” boomed a voice from overhead, “to the Hungover Games.”

The arena went silent. The voice overhead paused, then sighed like a disappointed game show host. The Hungover Games

A spotlight hit the center of the arena, revealing a table piled with things that looked helpful at first glance: a bottle of water, a breakfast burrito, a pair of sunglasses, and a single Advil. Fifty people lunged. “Welcome,” boomed a voice from overhead, “to the

“Fine. You both win. But you have to watch a recap of everything you said last night on video.” Fifty people lunged

Jack stumbled through the next few hours, avoiding sudden movements, loud noises, and anyone who said, “I feel great, actually.” He crawled through a tunnel of discarded party streamers, scaled a foam pit that smelled suspiciously of cheap vodka, and at one point had to outrun a rolling wave of brunch leftovers.